Most moms wouldn't call themselves a "Super-Mega-Poop-Head" to their children.
Most.
But I'm not most moms.
And sometimes, I truly can be a
Super.
MEGA.
POOP.
Head.
I'm not afraid to admit this.
When I've wronged my kids, been in a mood, just been flat grumpy all day, I tell them so, and I ask their forgiveness. And I use terms they can understand. Trust me, a 4 year old boy understands Super-Mega-Poop-Head.
Today was one of those days.
I took Ian's hands in mine and asked if he would pray with me to ask God to help me stop being a Super-Mega-Poop-Head. Because on days like this, only God can derail that mama train.
Ian said yes. And it went something like this:
"Dear God. Please help mama stop being a Super-Mega-Poop-Head. Amen."
And he laughed. (Ian, not God)
And I laughed.
And you know what?
It worked.
God answers prayers.
What do you do when you have one of those days?
